violet, blue, green, red | hisoka x chrollo x illumi x fem!reader | 18+

twenty-five

Illumi's hair is pinned up again, his collar buttoned high. You can see him just past arm's length, stoic-faced and charming in the kitchen. His voice is hushed, yet so sweet and beautiful as he converses. Your name is on his tongue - dancing around his lips in admiration. Then, he goes silent.

"Thank you kindly."
"Yes, master."

When he rounds the corner, his eyebrows perk up at the sight of you - hands crossed over your lap at the dinner table. He has you seated at the head, back straight, and wrapped in expensive silk.

"My love," He hums, so indulgent that your teeth hurt from the sound alone. You look up. "Dinnertime, my Love."

"Oh,"

"Yes ma'am." He continues, placing a wide, steaming bowl of stew in front of you. There are meat, starches, and vegetables in a red-tinged broth and it smells heavenly. Your mouth waters. "You must eat well. Keep your body strong."

"What is it?" You whisper, looking up at him with that wide stare that never fails to weaken him in the knees.

"Looks good?" You nod, and Illumi perches on the sharp edge of the custom-cut wooden table. "It's a stew, dearest. Game meat and mountain-grown vegetables and herbs."

"From our mountain?" You don't reach for the food - Illumi hasn't permitted you.

"Precisely. One day I will show you our vegetation fields."

You begin nodding before he can quite finish his sentence, eager to know more about him until there is nothing strange anymore. Illumi seems pleased enough with your eagerness as he pets your face, his gentle hands sliding over your features and through your hair. He squeezes your chin between two fingers and leans in for a kiss. It's all too sweet for you - your heart has swelled twice its normal size.

While in a kiss, Illumi reaches to his side, scooping some food into the polished divot of a gold spoon. Once his lips pull away, the scorching utensil takes his place, and you part them for the food to slip through. As you chew, Illumi keeps his hand under your jaw and against your neck, massaging and following the food down your throat as you swallow. He doesn't blink - content on staring into your eyes as you finish your bite.

"My mother is a notoriously awful cook, so it's not her recipe. Just her favorite to eat." He makes small talk, crossing his legs as he scoops another mouthful for you. "Looking at you, I can't help but wish to be the food in your mouth. Your throat must be so warm... tight, as well. I would like to warm you from the inside just as this meal does."

You listen, nodding like an obedient child.

"Don't you wish I was your meal? Warming you from the inside? Don't you wish I was inside of you, making you strong? Giving your body what it needs?"

"Illumi-

"Do not speak. Eat." Another bite is fed to you, following the same routine until it's settled inside of you. "I wish to be inside of you, Y/N. I wish to crawl inside of your loins and plant a seed within your veins, only to watch it grow into a beautiful life-giving tree."

"I want that, too." You reply, throat raw from the scalding broth.

"You shall eat for now... then have a second helping."

"I-I'm not sure I can even finish this-

"Do not defy me." His tone drops just enough to straighten you out - remind you that he's not someone you can be so lackadaisical with. "Once you eat. You will have a second helping."

"Yes."

Illumi is so pleased with you, that he gives you another bite of your meal. Then another, and another. Each time he follows the lump in your throat with his fingertips until it disappears.